Friday, 16 June 2023





Here we go again, it's been a little while but it's a shitty day, the chicken and leek pies are in the oven, so thought to myself "self finish this bog will you". So here it is. It's been a strange few months, I find myself somewhat perplexed and totally pissed off at certain peoples behaviors, FUCKING CHILDISH SCHOOL YARD SHIT. Time to move on I guess. We had our first garage night with the Northern Lizards, it was great to stand around in a big shed on a cold winters night surrounded by lovely motorcycles, great food and good mates. Caught up with some people  I haven't seen in a while, and it got me to thinking that this is what motorcycling is all about. I am reminded of the Italians that I spent an evening with a few years back, all of who follow this blog. I recall we had a whole lamb on the spit, lots of red wine ( too much really), and we all stood around on a rural Tuscan summer evening talking motorcycles, drinking, and gassing about our love of people, motorcycles and the good life. So anyways here the blog , enjoy and share.









The man himself. If you dont know who he is, then shame on you. His presence is still felt today at the highest levels of MotoGp.





















A classic all day everyday. So many people I know grew up riding these things. Great motorcycles


Imagine the time it took to wear these marble stairs like this.







Crafted only as the Italians can.

Not seen at this years IOM, but many miss him. Bruce Almighty


My garage looks a bit similar




































 












The first corner is always a pretty busy place to be








A great night out at Goldings, dont know who the lady is, but we had a good night at the bar.










Pure sex on wheels










A Tuscan summers evening































Go back, it's a trap.









Amazing









Wanganui, on a wet boxing day, in a past life



Two of my lovely Guzzi's.





I'm a real fan of Klimt.



A very nice S2 parked. a stuning Norton, and a lovely old Guzzi out for a little tap around the lakes.






My appreciation of art has taken a turn, haven't painted in ages but I can feel it coming on again. Once I become a hermit it will happen













































That's all folks.